Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Grayson opened the door for his little girl for their next outing to the grocery store down the street to get their supplies for tonight’s dinner. She had insisted on coming, claiming she wanted to be helpful. Grayson saw how she meticulously eyed any car she deemed too close to the sidewalk. It was only down the road, but she protectively walked on the side of the street, shielding him.
“This isn’t much of a date, sweetie.” He shook his head as he picked up a little hand basket.
“Any place can be a date if you make it one. Catch!” She tossed him a container of pre-chopped onion, which he adeptly caught in the basket
“We need this?”
“Better than chopping it yourself and burning your eyes.” She skipped down to the produce, looking for any other vegetables they needed.
“My father always said rinse it under water first.”
“Really? My mom chews gum when she chops onions.”
Grayson watched her bag two large potatoes, humming to herself. His happy girl.
“Tell me about your mom.”
“Hmm, she’s beautiful. So smart, she’s been a teacher since before I was born. High school. She loves it, takes after my grandfather. He taught English for years but it took a little while for her to get used to me wanting to be in death care. That kind of stuff freaks her out. I think she wanted me to go into teaching like her, or something.” Helena shrugged, the smile fading from her face.
“She doesn’t approve?”
“Not outwardly. But my family isn’t as… enthusiastic? My brother was a criminal justice major, my stepdad’s children all did ‘normal’ careers.” She made air-quotes with her black-tipped fingers.
“They fawn over them, but me…” Helena shook her head, bagging some herbs.
Grayson could see that Helena was a dark beauty. A lover of black and morbid things. She was carrying a water bottle labeled “embalming fluid,” a small accessory he appreciated given her chosen career.
She loved horror movies and general dark decor all year round, evident by the background in her photos. Come to think of it, Grayson couldn’t wait to see her around Halloween.
So he could see how her style and personality differed from her family. He tried to hide his want to scowl, to pluck her up in his arms and kiss away her sorrow. This would never occur in his household. Ever.
“I’m sorry, baby. I understand.”
“Really?” She gave him a hopeful look.
“No one else in my family is in a wheelchair. And my needs were different from all my cousins. My father was the only one who understood me.”
Grayson had hoped to see her smile again, but she hugged the vegetables to her chest, her head moving slowly to look around her. The produce section had suddenly gotten very crowded. One man in particular got her attention for a brief moment. Then her chest exhaled in relief.
“Peanut butter?” Grayson used her code word.
“No. I… thought it was him, that’s all.”
She shook her head, placing the vegetables in the basket and walking away with her head down.
“I don’t like crowds either.” He took her hand and they moved to a quieter part of the store, and Helena visibly relaxed.
“You can still use your code word, baby, no matter what.”
“I didn’t want us to go without food.”
“Doesn’t matter. You say the word and we’re gone. Anything else can be figured out later. Understand?”
She nodded, biting her pink lip.
“Let Daddy hear you say it.”
“I understand.” Helena smiled, tossing a bag of candy in the basket. “I have a sweet tooth.”
Their shopping continued without incident and in minutes, they were walking home, sharing the load.
Once they turned the corner, a silver van came into view, parked in the driveway.
“Huh, that’s my dad’s van. What’s he doing here?”
“Could something be wrong?” Helena’s steps faltered.
“No, no. He likes to pop over sometimes to make sure I’m all right.”
“Aw, that’s sweet!”
“Yeah, until you’re five milliseconds away from having an orgasm and he comes knocking at the door.”
His little girl almost tripped, busting out in laughter.
“Oh my god!” she squealed, slapping his shoulder.
They’d composed themselves by the time they got to the bottom of his ramp. His middle-aged father hopped out of the van with his usual joyful demeanor, sporting a smile too big for his face and a button-up shirt.
“Hey, son! I was wondering where you were! Who’s this young lady?” He held out his hand, which Helena accepted.
“I’m Helena. Nice to meet you.”
“Now, boy, when were you going to tell me about her? Oh, let me get that for you.” He took their grocery bags and headed up the ramp.
“How have you been, Dad?” They followed, and all went into the house.
“Oh, doing okay. The doctor says I have to be up and moving around more, so I have my daily steps in, see?” He showed him his watch which counted the steps.
His dad’s health in his later years hadn’t exactly been robust. He’d spent the majority of Grayson’s childhood caring for him and neglecting his own care. When his father had hit middle age, Grayson had encouraged him to care for himself better, and that his worry for him wasn’t necessary.
Helena unpacked the groceries in the kitchen, giving the two space to talk. His father nudged him.
“Beautiful girl! I won’t be in your hair too long, I just wanted to stop by and ask if you wanted to come to dinner next weekend. And would you like to come, miss?”
Helena paused, looking back and forth at them both.
“Um, sure! If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
Grayson cringed at her having been put on the spot. He had planned on waiting for the “meet the parents” dinner. He wanted it to be just the two of them for a little while longer. No outside influence, no one else in the world. But Grayson conceded, feeling guilty about keeping his father in the dark.
“Oh, nonsense, I love company.”
What was supposed to have been a short visit turned into a longer one. Grayson hadn’t even noticed Helena was assembling their roast in the crock-pot without him.
“Let me do that, baby.”
“No, I want to, you guys talk.” She shooed him out of his own kitchen, and she bent down to kiss him on the cheek.
He whispered in her ear.
“Bad little girl. I’ve told you, Daddy likes to care for you.”
He raised an eyebrow, making sure his father was distracted and tapped her on the bottom. Helena stuck her tongue out at him, forcing his cock to stir in his pants. She’d get it later.
Their meal was cooked on high for two hours, and his father’s visit bled into dinner time.
“Um, Mister—”
“Call me big Grayson, sweetheart. Everyone does.”
“Okay, big Grayson. Do you want to eat with us? It’s almost ready.”
Grayson would have felt bad about sending his dad away, unsure if he had dinner prepared at home.
“Yeah, Dad, stick around.”
“As long as I’m not interrupting you two kids’ time together.” He held up his shaky hands.
The three of them sat at the table, laughing and joking. It warmed Grayson’s heart to see Helena and his father getting along so well, like they’d known each other forever. She actually laughed at his corny jokes and gave him her full attention. It dawned on him that Helena may not have had this kind of back and forth dialogue with her father as a child.
“So what was Grayson like as a kid?” She rested her head in her fist, curiously eyeing him.
“Oh god, I was getting calls every day from school. ‘Hello, we think you’ll have to pick up Grayson, he cursed out one of his teachers again’.” He held his hand to his ear like a phone.
“I swear they were afraid of him!” They both laughed hysterically as his father told stories of Grayson’s childhood, recalling how his aides would have him push his wheelchair around the recess field when he had mouthed off to one of them. When he wanted his leg braces off, that was more of a fight.
“Poor baby, I would have let you rant as much as you wanted.” Helena sipped the red wine Grayson bought just for her. It stained her pouty pink lips, and for a brief moment, he wondered if red wine was that bad after all.
He picked up his whiskey glass and swirled the smooth liquid, making sure she watched his eyes look her folded body up and down in her special chair. His father had gone on some lengthy story about another childhood event, and Helena became aware of his eyes on her.
If only she could read his thoughts. What if she could read his thoughts? What would she see?
An image of her body sprawled across his desk with a sore ass and his tongue in her little pussy, that’s what she’d see.
Grayson discreetly typed a message on his phone, his oblivious father animatedly telling his story. Helena glanced at her phone right next to her.
When he’s gone, you will go to my office and wait for me there. Don’t even think about cleaning up dinner.
He watched her cheeks go pink, contemplating why he wanted her in his office. She would see.
After endless chatter, Grayson’s father was halfway out the door with leftovers. Helena had held out her hand for a shake, but he went in for a hug instead.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Helena. You won’t forget our dinner?” He walked backward on the ramp, turning at just the right time. He knew the thing by heart, he helped build it after all.
“Won’t miss it!” She waved and locked the door.
When she turned around, Grayson was already pointing.
“Office, babygirl.”
“But—”
“Office. Now. Listen to Daddy.” He kept his tone authoritative but gentle. He’d never raise his voice at her.
Helena slunk past him with her arms behind her back, head down. She pouted at him in the office doorway one last time.
“On my desk. Fifteen minutes and Daddy will be there.”
The longest fifteen minutes of his life. He carefully put away their food, putting her leftovers in a special container with her name on it. Not that he didn’t trust her to be able to cook for herself. Just so she had a nice meal to come home to when she was all done with work the next day.
Dishes put away, counter cleaned and table reset, he finally rolled into his office, where he found Helena leaning against his work desk.
“Didn’t Daddy say he wants to cook for you?”
Helena nodded sheepishly, and Grayson raised a brow as he made a point to undo his belt.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did I want you in the kitchen cooking all by yourself?”
“I wanted you to catch up with your dad!” she squeaked.
“He lives five minutes down the road, I see him almost every day. But I only get you a few times a week, don’t I?” He wheeled closer, forcing her to open her legs to accommodate him as she scooted back on the desk.
“Mhm…”
“And I want to savor as much time with you as I possibly can. I can’t do that if you do things yourself.” He ran the leather belt up her bare thighs, watching as the goosebumps showed themselves.
“I just wanted to help.” Her arms found their way to the pooch of her stomach, shielding it.
“You help Daddy by sitting at the table like a good girl, just being with me.” He lifted one of her ankles, stroking the smooth skin and slipping her black sandal off. The tips of her black toenails shone in the light.
“Did I offend you? I wasn’t trying to make you feel inferior,” Helena mumbled.
“God no, baby. I love that you want to help me, but I also want to pamper you and show you how a real Daddy treats his girl.”
“I know.” She tried to pull her foot away, but he held on to her ankle, keeping her knee apart from the other, contemplating just abandoning her punishment and taking her right now. Her body was fucking addictive.
“Turn around, baby, lean on the desk, feet apart. Just like that.”
Helena dragged her feet but obeyed. Grayson heard her grunt as he tapped her ass with his finger.
“Skirt up, princess.”
More grunting, then obedience.
“Panties down as well.”
“Why don’t you do it!” She shot him a look from over her shoulder.
“Fine, I will.”
He abruptly tugged her black cotton panties down and his hand came down with a crack on her rounded bottom.
“Ah!” His girl yelped, kicking one foot out.
“I think five on each cheek, then a couple with the belt, baby.”
“The belt!” she squawked, trying to stand upright.
He kept a hand on her lower back, pushing her down again.
“It’s okay, baby, Daddy’s here.”
Grayson smacked again on the same cheek, watching the cute pink color rise to the surface. He loved that she had such pale skin, he could see every mark he left on her body.
Every flush his kisses caused, each red welt his strokes left on her skin, every touch of his fingers, her flesh responded, knowing its Master.
“Owww! Ow!” Helena whined, her protests muffled due to her face being flat against his desk and hiding behind her forearms.
By now, she was balancing on her tiptoes, trying her hardest to get away from his hand’s assault, but pushing her ass toward him for more.
“Good girl.” He dragged his words out, dipping his fingers between her legs. Soaking.
“Daddyyy, no…” Helena whined.
“No? No what?”
“I-it’s embarrassing.” She peeked back at him, little tears staining her cheeks.
“What, that you respond to me so prettily? How my punishment got you in this state? All for me?”
“Yes!” She slammed her head down again, her face and neck bright red.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He finished his spankings with his hand, letting the cool leather trail over her abused ass.
“Two baby. Relax your body, Daddy’s got you.” He removed his fingers from her womanhood, then came down with a loud crack with the belt.
Grayson heard her hiss through her teeth, his entire desk shaking with her body as she sobbed and wailed.
Still, she composed herself, waiting for the final slap of the belt, and she came undone.
Immediately, she turned around, falling into his arms and cried.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry!” She clung to his body like her life depended on it, wincing when her ass made contact with the pommel of his chair.
“Shhhh, baby, all done. All done now, you did so well.”
He rocked her back and forth slowly, letting her release her emotions into his shirt. He grabbed tissues from his desk, cleaning her face and button nose.
“Here, baby, let Daddy make it better.”
He kept soothing lotion on his desk, repositioning her in his lap so he could rub it into her reddened skin.
Helena whimpered in the crook of his neck, then relaxed.
Her knees fell open just a little as she adjusted herself, giving him a peek between her legs.
He was instantly hard, and she noticed.
“Is that what whiskey does to you?” she teased, running her fingers through his hair.
“No, this is what whiskey, spanking a beautiful girl, and having her wet and turned on sitting on my lap does to me. Up.” He guided her back on her feet, then forcefully laid her back on the desk, this time flat on her back like she should have long been hours before.
“What are you doing?”
Her feet found a home on the arms of his chair, giving him complete access.
“Shhh…” Grayson lifted her dress up to her hips, wishing he could rip the fucking thing off. He would if he didn’t think she’d be angry at him.
Her entire body jerked when his tongue made contact with her engorged clit. How could she have possibly enjoyed that so much? He’d have fun inventing new forms of punishment as this one obviously gave her too much pleasure.
Helena’s reddened flesh still felt hot under his hands as he forced her even closer to him, refusing to remove his mouth.
“Daddy! Daddyyy!” His entire desk tipped forward when she pushed and bucked her hips. He’d have to nail it down for future office fun.
Grayson sucked her lower lips, grazing his teeth gently against the slick skin, right up to the tuft of dark hair at the mound.
Helena’s hands couldn’t seem to decide where to grasp. The desk, his shirt, his hair. Grayson decided for her, pinning them to the mahogany.
“Be still. Let Daddy have you.” He growled against her pussy, the vibrations making her cry out.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” she wailed, obviously loving being restrained too much. Her legs began to shake around his head. One touch from his hands on the sensitive inner thighs, and she let them fall open.
Helena’s head dangled from the edge of the desk, giving him a view of her slender throat and jaw. Her fists clenched as his tongue spelled words of lust on her pussy.
She had managed to find a rhythm, moving her hips up and down to get herself where she wanted to be. His girl didn’t like to take her time, she liked it hard, primal, and fast.
The more she moved, the further she was getting away from him.
“Get the fuck back here.” With surprising strength, he pulled her body back to him, forced to let go of her wrists.
The brat could finally keep a tight grip on his hair, enabling her to fuck his face.
Grayson didn’t dare stop, fueled by her erratic cries and half pleas of asking for more. She was quieted every few seconds as the pleasure became too much. Finally, she resorted to grabbing both ankles, forcing herself to submit to his ministrations and letting go. Grayson seized her hips by the handful, squeezing almost too hard as her back arched.
Helena screamed into the air that she was coming. He looked up, watching as more tears raced down her face, the intensity of her climax almost too much. He took her ankles back, letting her body shake until his head was being crushed by her legs. His fingers gripped her fleshy, creamy thighs. Grayson finally removed his mouth, dragging his tongue along the pink petals.
A string of happy giggles took control of her body, requiring assistance to sit upright again. Helena’s feet stumbled as he reassembled her clothing, beckoning her back on his lap so he could fix her hair and wipe the tears away.
“There’s my Helena.”
She gazed at him, glassy-eyed and contented.
“Yours?” She fisted his shirt hopefully.
“Forever and ever.”